3 nights across France

The theory for the first part of our trip was that the further south we went, the better the weather should be. However it seems that the further south we went, the cooler it got until finally as we drove in to Spain, it was raining!

The first night we spent in a little village not very far away from Calais where we got off the ferry. There was a small panic as we got to almost 9.30pm and thought that we couldn't find anywhere to eat! As a last thought before conceding defeat, I turned on my new GPS to see if it knew where there was any food. As it turned out we were walking around the wrong end of town!

Another days driving and we camped at a place called Tours a bit west of Paris. Third day on the road and we found ourselves on the coast west of Bordeaux camping at the base of Dune Du Pyla. At over 100m high, it is the highest sand dune in Europe. Much to Melinda's disgust, I made her walk up to the top. However once at the top there were superb views of the Atlantic, with storm clouds in the sunset making for a nice vista.

On the fourth day we spent some time stuck in traffic in Biarritz and we finally made it to a chilly and wet Spanish border. Like most of the borders we have been through in Europe so far, it was pretty lack lustre with a small sign telling you, you are in Espana. We finally set up camp a couple of hours later in a village called Zarutz about 40km west of the Border.